เข้าสู่ระบบThe door of Matteo's hospital room closed behind Clara. For a few seconds, silence settled over the room.Then Matteo slowly turned his head toward Luca. His expression was unreadable."Why did you bring her here?"Luca didn't even pretend not to understand. He leaned comfortably against the chair and folded his arms."I wanted to surprise both of you."A grin appeared on his face."I'd say it worked."Matteo stared at him. The grin immediately became less amusing.Luca cleared his throat. "Tough crowd.""Clara works for me."Matteo's voice remained flat."There was no reason for her to see me here."Luca's eyebrows rose."Really?""Yes.""That's your argument?"Matteo said nothing. Luca shook his head."She's not just another employee anymore."His tone became more serious."She's directly involved in everything surrounding you right now. The scandal, the company's progress, the social media department, Elena..."He gestured toward Matteo."And all of those things involve you."Matte
By the time Clara got home, the sky outside was already dark. She pushed the front door open and stepped inside with a tired sigh.The smell of food greeted her immediately. From the kitchen came the sound of a voice."You're finally back."Clara dropped her handbag on the console table and walked further into the house.Tara stood beside the kitchen island, holding a bowl. Nyx sat proudly on the counter while being fed pieces of chicken like royalty.The cat glanced at Clara once, then completely ignored her.Clara stopped walking. Her mouth fell open."Wow."Nyx continued eating."Seriously?"Nothing. Not even a blink.Tara burst out laughing."I think you've been replaced."Clara pointed accusingly at the cat."I carried you home when you were tiny."Nyx licked her paw."I buy your food."Nothing."I pay the bills in this house."Still nothing. Tara laughed harder."She's chosen her favourite parent."Clara looked personally offended."This betrayal hurts.""Be strong.""I'm trying
For several seconds, Clara stared. Her brain refused to connect the image before her with the Matteo Devereaux she knew.This was the same man who acted like he owned every room he walked into.The same man who spoke as if the world existed solely to inconvenience him.The same man who looked like he could survive a hurricane through sheer stubbornness.And yet… There he was in a hospital bed working. Because apparently, even hospitalisation wasn't enough to stop him.The shock must have shown on her face because Matteo slowly looked up from his laptop. Their eyes met.His expression immediately darkened. Then his gaze shifted toward Luca."Why is she here?"Luca looked entirely unbothered."Good evening to you too."Matteo's eyes narrowed."Why?"Luca walked into the room."Because Clara needs to know.""No, she doesn't.""Yes, she does."The exchange happened so naturally that Clara almost forgot she was standing there. Then reality returned.She blinked once, twice. They were still
By that Friday morning, Clara had already gone through three cups of coffee. Not because she was tired, but because she was trying not to think.About Elena. About the anonymous messages. About the shadow she had seen outside her window the previous night.About the possibility that someone was watching her.The only thing keeping her sane was work. So she buried herself in it.Her laptop was open in front of her while several documents covered her desk.The newly formed social media department already had enough tasks to keep everyone busy for weeks.A knock landed against her office door. Before she could answer, Vanessa stepped inside."Good morning."Clara looked up."Morning."Vanessa closed the door behind her before taking one of the seats opposite the desk.Her eyes immediately drifted toward the documents spread everywhere."So the rumors are true."Clara raised an eyebrow."Which rumors?""The new department."A small smile appeared on Vanessa's face."I heard Luca brought i
Clara's brows furrowed immediately. The change in Luca's expression was impossible to miss.Even Matteo, who had spent most of the meeting looking mildly irritated by everything around him, sat up slightly on the screen."What happened?" Clara asked.Luca walked toward the conference table and placed his tablet down.The screen lit up.The moment Clara saw the picture, her stomach dropped. It was Elena.She was sitting alone on a lounge chair overlooking the sea, dressed in an elegant white outfit. A glass of champagne rested on the small table beside her.At first glance, the picture looked harmless. Then Clara's eyes moved to the caption.Taking care of yourself is important. Sometimes you need to slow down and appreciate the beautiful things in life. ✨The caption itself wasn't the problem. The tag was.@MatteoDevereauxAnd the final line underneath.Thank you for always reminding me of that. ❤️The room became silent. Very silent.Clara stared at the screen. Then she looked at Luc
Clara barely slept.Even after Tara insisted there had been nobody outside the window, the uneasy feeling refused to leave her chest completely.Because she knew what she saw. Or at least she thought she did.The image kept replaying in her mind over and over again. The still figure outside the glass. The messages. The picture that had been secretly taken of her entering Devereaux Franchise.By the time morning came, exhaustion sat heavily beneath her eyes.Still, she forced herself through her usual routine. Work didn’t stop because her life was becoming complicated.Monaco’s morning air felt colder than usual as she drove toward the company building. Her fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel while her thoughts kept drifting back to the anonymous sender.She had almost told Luca about the messages that morning.Almost. But something stopped her. Maybe pride. Maybe fear. Or maybe she simply hated the idea of looking vulnerable in front of people she barely trusted yet.By







